Very soon, half of the twenty or so people in the bus were out, and the bus's balance could no longer be maintained as it started to tilt forward.
The people in the bus panicked.
Luke said, "I'll keep it stable. Don't panic. Keep climbing out."
As he spoke, he cut off the external microphone. "Activate auxiliary support."
With a light clanging sound, two alloy frames suddenly popped out from the sides of his legs. He raised his legs, and claws popped out of the frames again to stab deep into the ground.
"Those behind, hurry up," he said into the mic again.
The bus, which had been shaking slightly, stabilized again, but the back of the vehicle that Luke had grabbed with both hands creaked and rapidly twisted in shape, indicating that it was being pulled down by a massive force.
When there were only four people left in the bus, the ground suddenly trembled again.
It was an aftershock.
